The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

not to use those.

Then I didn’t.

We sat on the porch.

Her phone buzzed every few seconds.

“Customers?” I asked.

“Some. Mostly comments.”

“About what?”

She winced.

“I posted a video this morning before I came over.”

“You were here all morning.”

“I scheduled it.”

“Of course you did.”

She turned the phone toward me.

There she was on the screen.

Not the tired girl on continue reading …